We are trying to have family movie night twice a month on Friday nights.
Last time we watched "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs." Oh, my. We all laughed.
Last night we watched "The Bourne Identity." It was more for the boys. Oh, the things we girls put up with for all these boys.
Once the little kids (4,5,6) heard it was movie night, the chanting began. "POPTORN!" "PPOPTORN" "POPTORN!" The popcorn popper is out and plugged in. It is warming up and the stools start getting dragged over.
#4 yells, "WE need to watch the volcano!!!"
#5 squeals in glee, "VOLCAAAANNNOOOO!"
#6 echos them all, "BAWWWCAAAANOOOOOOO!"
They climb on their stools and chairs and watch.
The first pop is heard. #4 announces "IT IS STAWTING!"
The girls oooooo and aaaawwww.
We popped probably 1 1/2 cups of popcorn. All the kids and I ate the whole bowl. DH doesn't like popcorn because it sticks in his teeth. Really, he must be an alien. Who doesn't like popcorn? It is like a perfect food.
#1 told me I make the best popcorn in the world. #2 nodded enthusiastically.
I told them about Grammie's dad who would eat popcorn like cereal in the morning. In a tall tupperware cup with milk. He would float popcorn in the cup and eat it with a spoon. I told them stories about Poppy's dad and how he would eat popcorn. I told my eldest we gave him his great-grandfather's middle name. Gramps was particular about popcorn. It had to be white poporn (it is more tender than yellow), it had to be real butter, it had to be salted lightly. We would use the air popper, pop the corn, butter and salt it. Then he would sit down with the bowl in his lap. He would grab a handful and hold the fistful up to his mouth and eat it a fistful at a time. If you didn't get some fast, you stood a very good chance of not getting any popcorn.
We would eat a big bowl at night at the cabin and he would give us mind puzzles to figure out.
It just isn't the same without him.
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